Her name was Siuona. Everyone called her Sina, though.

[Sorrel had spent that first month after her death in a haze, had done almost nothing but what he'd been told, had had to be reminded to eat, had to be reminded to do everything, except sleep and little else. Sina, and her passing, had changed everything.]

She was always very sweet, and kind, but whenever anyone crossed her, or The People, she'd show this core of iron. And she was so powerful, when she did! Sina was the one who grew the forest, in hightown. The one the shems burned.

I don't... I don't usually talk about her this much. It's still hard. But I think maybe she'd have liked you, Iorveth.